Dream Speak: What’s your earliest memory?

This was a question that popped up on Reddit and as I was doing some writing today, a vision popped into my head as clear as thought it happened yesterday.

When I was an infant, maybe just a year old, my mother took me and my siblings on a train ride. It could have been to the mountains, but I honestly don’t remember where we went. I’ve only heard bits and pieces of the story.

Apparently, dad was working and would meet up with us later with the station wagon. Or he wasn’t coming at all. I can’t remember that either. I do know that my mother fell on the way to grab our luggage, with me in her arms.

She had been trying to get away from some bikers dressed in leather jackets and were hanging around the station with their bikes. Funny enough, the bikers helped her up and carried her luggage to the train.

I honestly don’t know how I remember this but. I remember being held in my mother’s arms. She was talking to my siblings. I looked up and out the window. I could see trees and mountains fly by. I can still feel the train shaking on the tracks as it picked up speed.

I think for me, that is the earliest memory I have. But there are more.

Fantasy, Clouds, Island, Sun, Light

Floating dreams

As a kid, I had the craziest dreams, much like I do now. I swear that this one felt so real – I had convinced myself it actually happened.

I would walk out of my bedroom into the hallway and stand at the top of the stairs. I’d place my hand on the left railing, kick my legs up into the air and float down the stairs.

This happened so many times that I’m convinced I must have found some way to float down the stairs. It didn’t hurt when I landed on the carpet at the bottom of the stairs. And sometimes, I would fly across the house.

Apparently, this is a common thing. Many people recall having similar experiences up until a certain age. Later on, I would start having travel dreams. Dreams where I actually traveled to far off places, realms and would even float into people’s houses.

I remember spying on an ex once. I floated up the stairs and knocked on the door. He couldn’t see me, so I floated right into the house like Casper. I could see him in the kitchen. The kids were in the living room. And his now ex wife, was sitting on the couch knitting.

They couldn’t see me – but I could see everything they did. And then, next thing I knew, I was back in my own bed.

Under Water, Fashion, Woman, Underwater

Out of body experiences

The next few memories are a little trippy and disturbing for me. Flying dreams are a different sensation all together. It’s like you can feel your soul or spirit lift out of your body. When the dream is over, it feels like you sink or fall into the body. Science will tell you this is a hypnic jerk. But me being the spiritual person, tends to believe that our soul or spirit travels when we sleep.

How else could I describe to you what our house looked like from aerial view? I had never seen pictures or videos of our neighbourhood from above. We didn’t have drones or video cameras back then. So, how could I possible describe in detail – what the house looked like from above?

I’ve chatted with a few people recently that had similar experiences. It’s mind-boggling that science still doesn’t know much about dreams or astral travel. They call is pseudoscience which means most scientists don’t take it too seriously.

There are other memories but this post is already getting long. It’s funny how I can remember something as an infant, but can’t remember what I had for breakfast yesterday without tracking it.

I’m writing about dreams because I had one of the most terrifying nightmares this morning. I can’t even make sense of it. Or explain it. For the first time in a long time, I woke up in fear. Actual fear.

I might start writing about dreams again as I remember them. But we’ll see.


What are your earliest memories? Did you have floating or flying dreams? Do you still have them? Have you ever astral traveled? Let me know in the comments.

Cheers.


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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Bloglifenstuff says:

    I dream in very vivid colors. I remember a dream I had where I was in a field at night and the moon was rising. It was so bright that the sky was a beautiful blue.

    This is just one experience.

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  2. I think we travel in dreams. It’s the only thing that makes sense. The fact that I can describe what our old neighbourhood looks like from flying above – is just weird.

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  3. Bloglifenstuff says:

    In my bad childhood, dreams were a sweet escape.

    Like

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